A/N: so sry ppl if the last chapter was confusing and there was way too much in one day sooo this is kinda a short chapter so please enjoy and I will update probably sometime this week, I'm not sure, depends when I get the computer.

Disclaimer" same as the last time…………duh

Chapter 2: Stars Hollow, Limo Rides and Kidnappings

"Here we are Ace," Logan says, opening the door to his limo and letting me hop inside before he does. We sit in the limo silent, thinking about each other. Thinking what had just happened in one day we went from not speaking to each other to making out in the rain in front of a hospital then going back to Stars Hollow. Back home, to where everything once was.

"Logan," I ask, a little apprehensive at what he might say back again. I have said it before, but we were on a little better speaking terms then. I don't know whether or not to say it because it might ruin everything that we just fixed.

"Yes Ace?" He responds, turning to look directly in my eyes. His hand some how finds it way under my chin, gently pulling my face closer to his. Before either of us can say or do anything else, a distinct ring blares out throughout the limo. I begin to realize it's my cell phone and pull it for the sake of my eardrums; I must remind myself next time to put the sound on it softer. I flip it open to find the caller ID flashing the number of my apartment. Only one thought comes to my mind, Paris. Oh god, I bet she and Doyle have finished having their raunchy sex and she now realizes that I am not there and she is panicking thinking I was kidnapped by one of our neighbors, a truly scary though since some of them look as if they belong in a penitentiary.

"I better get that," I say to Logan before answering my phone. "Hello Paris."

"Um…this isn't Paris, this is Doyle," Doyle says from the other line.

"Oh, hi Doyle," I emphasized the last word for Logan's benefit," why are you calling?"

"Well Paris is freaking out over where you are and we can't get anything done with her not knowing if you have been kidnapped by the guys downstairs."

"What may I ask do you need to do?" I ask instantly regretting asking.

"Well, if you must know, we were planning on having sex but we can't accomplish anything thanks to your little disappearing act."

"As fun as hearing about Paris and your sex problems are, please just give the phone to her to forgo me anymore unwanted details of your relationship."

"Ok. Hold on one second. PARIS! Phone!"

"Doyle don't yell; the neighbors can hear us and they will learn our names and hunt us down," Paris screams in a whisper, then garbs the phone form Doyle and proceeding to talk quickly into it. "Hello, who is this? Why are you calling? Are you wire taping this line because I'll find you and hunt you down."

"Paris calm down, it's me, Rory."

"Oh, have you been kidnapped by our neighbors and you need me to rescue you?"

"No Paris, I am fine, but I have been kidnapped by someone on my own freewill."

"Who is this person? Do I need to hurt them?"

"Logan."

"Huntzberger?"

"Yes, him."

"Do you still need me to rescue you because I will?"

"No Paris I don't need rescuing."

"Ok fine."

"So go have raunchy sex with Doyle and forget about me."

"Fine but don't come home anytime soon, it will not be pleasant."

"Thanks for the heads up. Bye Paris!"

"Bye."

I hung up the phone when suddenly; I feel lips pressed firmly against mine. Logan. I begin to kiss him back, completely forgetting Paris, Doyle and all my weird kidnapping neighbors. All I am thinking about right now is Logan, and how utterly perfect everything is right at this moment, but everyone knows one moment things can be perfect, then the next they are crumbling down all around you.

I am currently lying on the seat of the limo with Logan on top of me, his hands at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. I can feel his chest through his shirt and I begin to pull it off when the limo suddenly stops, his driver Frank sticking his head through the divider, instantly regretting it.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Huntzberger," Frank apologizes and turns away, so Logan and I can redress.

I proceed to pull my shirt back over my head as Frank begins to speak again.

"Just to inform you, we are here," Frank says as I hit the button for the sunroof; I'm home.

I tell Frank to let us out here. Right now I realize it's like 12 am in the morning and nothing is open. Logan and I decide to just walk around town arguing about the newspaper and other such things.

"Hey you two, over there, who are you?" Taylor Dosse screams out at us, he obviously can't see it's me. So in light of this, I start to drag Logan behind me, running as fast as I can away from Taylor towards my house. I can see the lights on in my mom and Luke's room. I ran up to the front door, completely unaware of where Logan is or if I left him somewhere along the way, but then suddenly a pair of strong arms wrap around me, and sure enough, it's Logan. He always somehow is there for me whenever I am thinking about him.

"Who was that?" He whispers in my ear, arms still wrapped tightly around me.

"That was the infamous Taylor Doose," I say back.

"Really? So why were we running away from him Ace?" Logan asks.

"Because it was invigorating, and funny since he didn't recognize me."

"You have a twisted mind Ace. Shall we knock?"

"Yes we shall."

I knock the door and the next moment I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and someone yelling. Oh great, I just remembered the only time Logan and Luke ever met, my grandparents' wedding vow renewal thing, which was not my proudest moment I must say. He freaked out because he found Logan and I together during the party.

This is can not be good, and here he comes.

And the door slowly opens, there is Luke. I think he recognizes him because he does not look happy, and I think Logan remembers Luke.

This is going to be interesting…

A/N: ok short chapter I know, the next will be longer ok, review please!